I love Bobby Fingers!

As an ex-London commuter, I can confirm that no-one was happy.

I’d throw some money at the ‘free’ ones if I could afford to.

I donate to Crisis at Christmas to assist homeless people, and would happily give them more throughout the year if I could.

The RNLI is vital and only funded through charitable donations.

I have a soft spot for any of the hospice charities, such as St. Catherine’s Hospice (our local one). There’s also a good one in the Midlands for terminal children and their parents called Acorn’s Children’s Hospice.

Edit: the wife is voting for Guide Dogs.

La Tex, surely? So would work better as a woman from Paris, Texas.

And, of course, every single contractor apart from one has kept completely silent about their work on the project. This is unsurprising as such long-term secrecy and efficiency is the hallmark of democratic* governments.

(*allegedly)

What can I say? I’m a bit strange.

Nah, it was the ‘little English’ to be fair.

Garden centre.

Twelve quid, as near as damnit. And, in fairness, I declined the beans and fried tomato as I don’t like them with breakfast.

£11.99. So, no.

Edit: it also came with beans and a fried tomato, which I didn’t want, so not as bad as all that.

I’m just a cynical Brit (with Canadian blood) but my initial reaction was: “Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss”.

True, but given that Trump has put tariffs on uninhabited islands in the Arctic (I believe), it’s still an interesting point to make.

Edit: spelling.

I am proudly batting zero.

I think it might simply be that Quasi wants to swap to a quiet office job!

I have one of those!

Nigel Farage in the UK.

We allowed a young Arab man to stay with us over Christmas. He’d spent a year in our town aged 8 and had returned aged 21 to revisit his old school friends, most of whom had forgotten him and didn’t trust his unsolicited FB messages. He arrived on Christmas Eve and was staying in a B&B when we agreed to meet him in a coffee shop. Needless to say, he ended up living at our place for a fortnight before he went home. Over the next decade, he popped over for a visit every few years and we went to Egypt a couple of times. Sadly he was born with a congenital heart defect and died a while ago now, leaving a wife and daughter. We are still in contact with his family.

Back in 2022, we nearly agreed to host a Ukrainian refugee (there’s a Government scheme to arrange this) but we were downsizing to a different part of the UK and so it became unfeasible.

My brother-in-law lived with us for 6 months after his divorce 20 years or so ago. That period was quite trying.

I suppose it may not fit ‘your’ definition of healthy but that is entirely up to you. No downvote needed.